December 10, 2003 Michael, I type with tears rolling down my red puffy pretty little cheeks. It’s nice for a moment, to have emotion that is not founded on "imbalance." This morning, although hectic and begrudged by the unfairness of my own situations, I was happy to hear your news. I’ve watched you, and listened to you, and read you … and to see God lay out your dreams before you so perfectly is quiet honestly the most hopeful thing I have ever bared witness to. Apparently, dreams really do come true, Mr. Big Shot Reporter Man. ;) There is no doubt in my mind that you are taking the most grand step yet into your success. I am proud of you, I am thrilled for you and I am definitly excited for you. Indiana and these smart guys that signed you have no idea how lucky they are about to become. Forgive me, my life long friend, as I take a minute to bare the cross of my own selfish loss. I know it’s been long since Diane gave us repetitive refills in that old